Chorus (Mac Dre)
I`d rather die like a man then live my life like a bitch
I`d rather be in the pen then live my life like a snitch
Playa population is decreasing by millions
So I dedicate this to all the real ones
Real niggas, real niggas
Real niggas, real niggas
[Verse One]
I got three rules when I hustle and ain`t anyone funny
It`s like get yo money, get yo money, and oh yeah get yo money
Can`t be no punk and damn sure can`t be no hoe
I`m like the Grand National, they don`t make them like me no mo`
Doper than a joint of that sticky gooey
Hella saucy potna, real ragooey
I pops extra hard cause I know talk is cheap
Tell a hoe toss it in the air, whatever I say she peeps
See I`m about my cheese, I want G`s, y`all fucked
Down and dirty low to the ground like frog nuts
Keep a hoe bottom lip hanging like a turtle neck sweater
Love a freaky lesbian who can give bomb headers
See my dick stay hard like a cave mans chisel
Waiting for a super bad to come wet my whistle
But my ???? in life is to gain cash
And that there is more serious than a plane crash
Real niggas, real niggas
Real niggas, real niggas
Chorus 1x
[Verse Two]
I`m on the mic representing that players committee
Letting ya know that some of these niggas need a pair of tities
Never had a player hater born in my body, never been jealous
Just stubborn hard headed and hella rebelious
Fly like Denzel, smooth like Billy Dean
Some ain`t feelin` me cause they can`t really see
I`m saucy cause I stay dipped hoe
And still hit the scene, and scream what they hit fo`
Steady havin` cash cause I`m down to take a dollar
Quickly pop my collar, and tell that bitch a holler
It really ain`t hard it`s just this pimpin and this tongue
That get them bitches sprung, and make them wanna run
And when I say run I mean perform it to the utmost
Other niggas trip with they dick and wanna fuck hoes
Pimpin`s outdated is what them suckas said
But the pimpin ain`t dead its just the hoes they mislead
Chorus
[Verse Three]
I got the heart of a gangster, mind of a business man,
tongue of a pimp,
Stupid dumb all dollars no sense
Stay perkin`, used to be off that yac
Now I`m on that gorilla milk or that Yukon Jack
Double R star, three c general
Fortified with this game like vitamins and minerals
Doper than a bottle of that dog food
Yall thought I was stupid, now look how I`m comin` at yall fools
Sportin` one fifties used to fuck with pumas
Now I`m havin more money than Brinks and Lunars
Maurice Malone, Mark Buchannon, and Enyce
Cashin` fat checks weekly
Beep me, if you tryin` to et churped at
No paper you`ll get cut like Elvis Grbac (I heard that)
Punk bitch get stomped out
Triple see ya, Mac Dre, romped out
Chorus
